Slowly, my body covered ground,
Slowly, all gone left me,
still sounds obvious step final step
them I was alone, in the dark who never imagined,
own, awaiting a decision ...
Wife, parts of the heart, soul mate was gone,
Children, who in his blood flowing, not too live,
How much more than your right hand, close friends,
business associates, or others,
I was nobody else for them.
My wife was crying, very painful, I feel the same way,
My son was crying, no less sad, and I also,
My right hand to comfort them,
my close friend send flowers and greeting,
but I still own, here,
wait calculation ...
Regret is not possible,
Penance is no longer considered,
and Sorry was not going to be heard,
I really should own ...
God!
(Out of nowhere came the strength,
after all this time I no longer close to Him),
if you give me one more chance,
if you lend again a few days Yours,
Just a few days ...
I have to get around, begging Sorry to them,
that had been felt zalimku,
which has been miserable because I,
the oppressed in demonstrate my power through.
that had been me her heart hurt
which has been lying to me
I have to return it, all the treasures of this dirty,
which I gathered with happy faces,
which kukuras from obscure sources,
I ate, even a swallow.
I have to complete the promise of false promises oft
kuumbar first
And God,
again give me a few days Yours,
to devote to his father and beloved mother, remembered the harsh words and harsh reply painful
their hearts,
forgive me father and mother, why do not realize how great your affections
also give me time,
to hang out with my wife and son, to really really charitable pious,
I really wanted to prostrate confronted Yours,
with them ...
so regret this self
because today the day has passed without meaning full vanity I picked up pleasure ever before, means nothing at all why my only futile, life time reply only once it
if I could turn back time ...
I was buried today, and all be unforgivable,
and all becomes too late,
and I must own,
for the time of unimaginable ...
